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Touch Me, Daddy NINETEEN
Derek Skye then returned to the café to continue her shift there. When she was finished, I met her in the lobby and led the way up to my apartment by holding her hand. As we ascended the elevator to my level, she firmly grasped my hand and grinned at the nosy elderly ladies who were chatting among themselves in the adjacent corner. As the door swung open and we stepped outside, Skye laughed against my arm. As soon as we entered, we embraced as the day's tension finally began to wear both of us down. I got a glass of wine for each of us and we sat down on the couch. She sighed and added, "I feel so much better." I affirmed, "Me too. At first it was frustrating that everything was out in the open, but now I don't feel like I have to keep anything from anyone. I have no problem kissing you in the middle of a busy area. We don't need to remain hidden in the back if we want to eat dinner at the Love house." She leaned down and kissed my lips, saying, "Everything is working out preci
Touch Me, Daddy TWENTY
Skye I pushed my diamond earrings in the ear holes while gazing into the mirror. It had been a year since Derek and I announced our love to the public, and I couldn't have dreamed of a greater life. I grinned as Derek approached from behind and put his arms around my waist before kissing my neck. He was truly the love of my life, and I was overjoyed.I turned around and kissed him on the lips, saying, "Don't get me started, sir. You need to be good till we return home since it is our night out. "He gave a pouty lip "Aww. Okay, Okay. I'll be good. However, I do have a gift for you.""For me?" He constantly bought me gifts, and I always appreciated them since they were always so kind.He extended his hand and drew me into the bedroom from the restroom. Without my knowledge, he had lighted candles all around, so I had a look at them. I grinned while placing my hand on my hips."Sir, are you attempting to seduce me? ”He pulled out a little velvet box and knelt down, saying, "Maybe."
Touch Me, Daddy TWENTY ONE
Ryder Pictures of attractive women were scattered all over my work space. After going over each one, I separated it into two separate piles: yes and no. There was no group that consisted of "maybe" for me. Either they did or did not resemble what the producer had envisioned for the final product. I attempted to dispel the idea that I wouldn't find the one in here by rolling my shoulders back in an effort to do so. My eyes started to itch as the stunning, symmetrical, dark-eyed women began to run together in a pack. I didn't usually collaborate with artists who were in the middle of their careers and somewhat unknown, but the producer, Julius Lewis, was one of my closest friends. Andrew, a mutual friend of both of us, came over and sat back in one of my conference chairs before remarking, "It's kind of like Tinder." "Except for the fact that you continue to print garbage." He had one of his ankles crossed over his knee, and at the same time he was browsing through his phone while
Touch Me, Daddy TWENTY TWO
Lexie I had to squint as I stepped out onto the back patio of the Mediterranean stone home because the early morning sun was beaming so brightly from behind the white clouds that were blowing in the wind. Even though the sky was still a hazy yellow color, I knew that in exactly one hour, it will transform into a brilliant blue color. After giving it some thought, I decided to go around the freshwater pool, where a small mist of steam rose from the warm water, and then down the stone steps to the beach instead of sitting in the hammock at the far end of the terrace to observe the shift. The beach, according to Samantha, my best friend and closest confidante, is not very good. "I mean, it's not like Zlatni Rat or Nugal or Sunj. There are no sand beaches or waterfalls to be found here. Even though the water is wonderful, you ought to adjust your expectations accordingly." When it happened, I couldn't believe it, and I still can't believe it now. It's hard for me to fathom the poss
Touch Me, Daddy TWENTY THREE
Ryder No matter how impressive Samantha's sister appeared to be, I was unable to offer an entry-level position to her friend. The number of persons who applied for such jobs was close to the number of people who submitted headshots. There were literally hundreds of individuals vying for a spot on the lowest rung of the most impressively glistening ladder. It didn't make any sense to give Lexie a job in the mailroom because she was going to law school in a year, despite the fact that I didn't mind a small bit of favoritism for family members or friends. Instead, I collaborated with human resources to organize a paid internship with a defined termination date that was equivalent in pay to an entry-level position. After that, I requested Mina to pick up the girl at the airport and had my house management get her apartment ready for her arrival. After that, I stopped giving it any more thought. I was quite busy with several things. The business had been struggling for a few years,
Touch Me, Daddy TWENTY FOUR
Lexie Samantha's dad looked upset. I had the feeling of being a cat that had been submerged in water and then spit out of the water. The expression on his face moved from bewildered to shocked to enraged in the space of a few seconds. Now, it was growing easier to understand each other and was becoming more similar to the way we used to converse when we first started college. He was approaching me at the same time that he was replacing his phone in the pocket of his coat. "Apologies, Lexie. There was no sign of you when I looked." Nevertheless, he had. I had no doubt that he had taken note of me. I wasn't sure whether it was him, but I had that sixth feeling that all girls have, and it told me that someone was looking at me. I just didn't know who it was. To restore my poise, I tried to regain my calmness and answered, "No, I should be the one to apologize." "Instead of driving myself, I should have gotten a taxi." I couldn't bring myself to admit that the concept made me n
Touch Me, Daddy TWENTY FIVE
Ryder Therefore, Kim employed a dummy to shadow me. The obvious stupidity was immediately apparent to me. He was parked directly outside the entrance gates of my community, and when he went on the road behind me, he didn't even allow me a head start to get around him. In order to let him know that I was aware of what he was doing, I gave him a quick wave in the rearview mirror. I saw a smile expand across his broad face as the corners of his lips pulled his cheeks up into round scoops. He was brave enough to wave back, and I saw the smile spread across his wide face. I expressed my disgust by shaking my head. Kim obtained the services of a low-cost private investigator who followed me on the highway and approached my clients to get autographs. I was considering giving her a call and making an offer of one hundred thousand dollars to find someone who is less bothersome. The moron trailed me all the way to my place of employment and even attempted to follow me into the parking garage
Touch Me, Daddy TWENTY SIX
Lexie If I had previously thought he appeared angry at the airport, it's only because I hadn't seen him in a truly angry state before. The way his dark brows were drawn together and the way the skin on his face was pulled so tightly that it stretched over his bones gave him an extremely menacing appearance right at this moment. I made a poor decision and am already starting to feel bad about it. I was aware that it was a poor plan, but Samantha had been so adamant about it. Her words of encouragement came back to torment me. "Oh, come on, Lexie. He is quite interested in having lunch with you. He does not strike fear in me at all. He is my father! That means, considering the fact that I am your older sister, he is essentially your father. When that happened, I came very close to swallowing my tongue. "Oh, no! He's not!" But she had laughed and coaxed, and of course I'd gotten off the phone with her absolutely persuaded that I'd misread Ryder all wrong and that he really did want
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